I took Harrison inside and sat in a booth near the back.

I pulled the black credit card from my purse.

The name *Elena Blackwood* was printed in silver letters.

I handed it to the young waitress.

She ran it through the machine, and the receipt printed with a sharp, scratching sound.

I signed it with a steady hand.

The digital breadcrumb was live.

I drove to Great Hope Park, a grassy bluff overlooking the rocky coast.

A gravel path wound along the edge of the cliffs, protected by a low wooden fence.

The wind was fierce, whipping my hair across my face.

I sat on a wooden bench near the playground.

I took out my burner phone and sent a short text to Lydia.

*I am at the park in Cape Neddick. The card was used.*

Lydia replied five minutes later.

*My contact says Julian just left his New York office. He is driving himself.*

My stomach twisted into a tight knot.

He was coming.

He couldn’t stand the thought of me escaping him.

I turned off the burner phone and slipped it into my pocket.